//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Oliver // Story: Tale of Two Colts // by The Brony Duo //------------------------------// The girls were the only person in my head as I walked to my next class. They were so…beautiful. Of course, being the eighteen year old I am, there were some other thoughts about some of the girls that invaded my mind. I quickly shook those thoughts away. Bad, Oliver, I scolded myself. What would the mane six say to that? You would certainly lose their respect, that’s for sure. I walked silently in the hallway, standing tall above the other students. I reached my classroom and pushed the door open and walked inside. I was surprised to see Fluttershy sitting quietly in the seat next to mine. “Oh, hi,” the quiet girl mumbled. She was still shy around me, as was evident when she began to run her fingers through her hair nervously. It was incredibly awkward for the both of us, seeing as how she was too shy for me to talk to. Occasionally, I would ask questions like, “How do you like the school?” and she would respond, “Um, it’s okay…” I didn’t know how to pick up from there, so the conversation would end with me shuffling my feet quietly. It was very, very awkward. At one point, I had said, “That’s a cool pen,” and Fluttershy had nodded. Before I could comment further about the pen, my English teacher opened the door. “You must be the new student,” he said. Fluttershy reverted to her shy demeanor and leant back. “Um, yes, sir, I’m Fluttershy…” she whispered. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asked. “F-fluttershy…” she repeated in a slightly louder voice. “Ah, I see. Well, Fluttershy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” my English teacher said. There was a loud bang as the door swung open. “I’m here!” a student shouted. As it turns out, that particular student was Rainbow Dash. With her hair in a mess, an odd smile on her face, and her eyes wide, she looked like she had ran a marathon. “Oh, I’m early…” she mumbled to herself. I waved her over, “Hey, Dash.” I was happy with the chance to talk with someone who was the opposite of shy. Of course, I wasn’t that good with arrogant people either. Just my luck. I’m in my favorite class, and I get the two hardest girls of the mane six to talk to. The swift girl sped over to us, “Hiya, guys!” She turned to me, “this school’s really big, ya’ know?” I chuckled, “Tell me about it, Dash. I got lost on my first day.” Rainbow Dash laughed and then looked me over once or twice. “You never did answer my question, do you work out?” So that’s what Dash’s conversation tends to be about. I hyped myself up for the topic of training. I did enjoy training, don’t get me wrong! But it wasn’t something that I liked to talk about for long periods of time. It was merely a hobby. “Yeah,” I answered her question, “I tend to work out for my entire Sunday. It’s tough work, though.” “An entire day?” she said, astonished. “That’s rough. Can I join you next time?” she asked. I nodded hesitantly, but Dash didn’t seem to notice it, nor did Fluttershy. I was slightly offput about sharing my work-out time with girls, as I usually worked out by myself. Kevin had asked to join once, and I did let him, but after I saw him at work, I had laughed and told him to come back when he was stronger. “You can join, too, Fluttershy! Or at least watch us. Course I’ll be the coolest girl in the room. I bet there’s not a single pon-person that can beat me,” she arrogantly said. I had to stifle a laugh. Fluttershy smiled, “Oh yes, of course. And it would be a delight.” More kids piled in, and we began the class. Dash wasn’t the best at English, and I wasn’t honestly surprised. Fluttershy, however, was incredibly talented at talking about English literature, and I had to admit that I was surprised. During the class period, I found myself taking note of what the girls did. Dash was hesitant to talk to anyone but Fluttershy, and Fluttershy being Fluttershy had said nothing unless the teacher himself demanded it. Most of the time, the teacher would use me as his example when he was addressing the two new girls. “Dash,” he had said, “you need to give examples when you state your opinion. Look at Oliver, he used major quotes from various sources and used them to expand on his opinion.” It was eighth grade stuff, and I was embarrassed that Dash didn’t know it. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I’m majoring in English when I get to college, so I’ve put all my time into reading and writing. This is a very advanced course. I’m still dumbfounded as to how Dash got in. “Speaking of which,” he turned his attention to me, “Oliver, do you have those essays I asked for?” I nodded, “The four that were about abortion, homosexuality, animal rights, and cloning?” “Those are the ones, yes.” “Here,” I said as I handed him the paper, “that’s all of them.” A couple of the students angrily glared at me, “Teacher’s pet,” they would mumble. Normally, I would get a lot more glares, but their attention was more focused on the two new girls. I could hear a couple of the girls talk about how weird Dash’s hair was, and the guys mumbled things about her being a lesbian. The guys were more in favor of Fluttershy, however, as they all talked about how much they wanted to “fuck her in the ass.” My eyebrows narrowed as I heard this, and I shot them a hardened glare to get them to shut up. They did, but I could tell that they weren’t done with their thoughts. “Great. Now, can someone tell me the book that most heavily influenced the world of today?” my teacher asked the class. Once the class finished, I went outside to go to my Physical Education class. I only joined because I had a free elective and I enjoyed running. Dash followed me; we most likely had the same class. Before I left, however, I turned to Fluttershy. “I’ll see ya’, Futtershy!” Fluttershy paused and made a very small nod before scurrying off. I sighed, “This is going to be difficult.”